As the sun sets, the obscure sky becomes more and more bleak as it mixes with water vapor.

At this time, Hou Tonghai's originally blue thin face had been dyed a lot of brown and red because of anger. At this time, the last rays of sunlight faintly leaking from the ridge in the distance made his face more and more strange at this time.

Coupled with the three large sarcomas born on Hou Tonghai's head, it really looks like a hellish ghost in the world. If ordinary people see it, they haven't done it yet, but they are afraid that they will have to go to three points.

"Go!"

Although Hou Tonghai doesn't have a lot of brains, what he said is that this person is a muddy person and doesn't like to use his brain. But as Sha Tongtian's junior brother and the number two person in the Yellow River Gang, he Hou Tonghai is not really stupid.

The cabin was narrow and long, and he recklessly got into it, no matter how high his kung fu was, it would be difficult to play a tenth or twoth. As long as the other party takes a surprise knife, he is afraid that he will escape in embarrassment, and when the time comes, he will not fall into the name of "Ghost Gate Jiaowang".

At this time, Nahou Tonghai danced the three iron forks in his hand and waved towards a curtain at the door of the cabin.

He has been in the Yellow River Gang for a hundred years, and he started by boating on the river, and he must know that the business of boating and boating is all on an oar. The bigger and heavier the oar, the faster and more stable the boat, but as long as the Yellow River Gate comes out, the kung fu on this arm is extraordinary.

Just like Hou Tonghai at this time, his three forks are made of fine iron, weighing more than 100 catties, with his innate divine power. A fork is poked, just like the nakshatra patrolling the sea, as if it has the power to turn over the river and the sea.

"Good wine!"

As soon as Dong Fangbo's words fell, it was when Hou Tonghai's three-strand fork came into contact with the curtain of the cabin. At this moment, Uncle Dong seemed to swing at his fingertips, and the wine glass suddenly turned black, and then he rose into the air in a daze, and went straight to the curtain.

There was a loud "bang".

When people describe a person who is not within his means, they often use the metaphor of an egg hitting a stone. Hou Tonghai's iron sand is never weaker than stone, and Dong Fangbo's wine glass is not necessarily harder than an egg.

But the loud sound of the collision between the two is like two generals galloping wildly on the battlefield, meeting with the swords and halberds at the moment of staggering. The strength of the general's arms, the weight of the blade, and the speed of the horse's wind, everything was intertwined, forming this earth-shattering crisp sound.

When Hou Tonghai couldn't resist the huge force of the three forks, he took seven steps in a row before he stopped in the rocking footsteps of a small boat. The wine glass actually drew an arc exactly and fell back into Dong Fangbo's hand.

Only the strong wind stirred up during the collision rolled up the curtain, so that Hou Tonghai saw the two people in the cabin who were as stable as Mount Tai.

In today's martial arts, most of the righteous paths are subordinate to the Buddha, Taoism, and Confucianism. Among them, the prosperity of Buddhism and Taoism is not only due to the endless martial arts masters of the two schools and countless miracle cheats, but also because when people face the unknown and fear, they often pin their hopes on ethereal things such as ghosts and gods.

Especially for a Hun person like Hou Tonghai, in his eyes, his martial arts should be in the same place as the first in the world. On that day, the number one in the world was mostly his senior brother Sha Tongtian.

And ask today's martial arts, who can easily repel the number one in the world without revealing their own hiding?

"Bah......"

That Hou Tonghai pretended to be bold at this time, and he shouted loudly, as the so-called three feet above the head has a god, if a person is bold, he will naturally be blessed by the gods.

However, Hou Tonghai's courage is by no means real courage, and Jiang Feng and Dong Fangbo are definitely not real evil ghosts. At this time, Hou Tonghai mustered up all his last courage and shouted, instead of scaring away the two "evil ghosts" in the cabin, he used all his courage.

The wind, which blows in the mountains and among the clouds, sweeps across the bow of the ship, and makes the curtain of the cabin flutter violently.

Jiang Feng and Dong Fangbo's bodies were still pushing cups and changing lamps in them, for Jiang Feng at this time, Hou Tonghai was just a small passer-by on his mortal road, and it was not even a test.

"Bah, bah, bah...... Bah......"

The same method, for the same thing, if you use too much, I'm afraid it won't have much effect.

As Hou Tonghai's mouth spitted out more and more, faster and faster, the expression on his face gradually changed from confidence to fear. In Hou Tonghai's heart, apart from ghosts, who can easily repel the steel fork without knowing it?

"Ghost, ghost, ghost...... There must be ghosts, ghosts, ghosts!"

With Hou Tonghai's wow-wow-wow, but seeing that he copied the three-strand fork in his hand, his body jumped, and he was already rushing into the river. His nickname of the three-headed Jiao is by no means in vain, at this time, Fang Yi is like water, just like the dragon covering the sea, and in the blink of an eye, it has appeared dozens of zhang away.

It will be the courage of the three armies, the battle on the battlefield, the commander of the banner is there, the will be dead, the commander of the banner falls, even if there is one enemy out of ten, but the courage is lost, how can there be a chance to win? The people who came with Hou Tonghai saw Hou Tonghai like this, and immediately without thinking, one by one, they all fled.

"How ignorant the world is, if there are really ghosts and gods ruling the world in the world, what is the use of my generation cultivating literature and martial arts?"

At this time, Jiang Feng could see Hou Tonghai's performance clearly, if he fought to the death with Dong Fangbo, even if he was killed by others, he would be a man.

But at this moment, his Hou Tonghai's performance, except for ignorance, ignorance and timidity, Jiang Feng could not think of a better adjective.

"Brother Dong, do you believe that there are ghosts and gods in the world?"

Jiang Feng suddenly asked Dong Fangbo for no reason.

That Dong Fangbo was stunned for a moment at this time, and then said in a fleeting memory: "Ghosts and gods, if there are really ghosts and gods in the world, those who are good will suffer poverty and shorten their lives, and those who do evil will enjoy wealth and longevity, such ghosts and gods, ghosts, evil ghosts, gods, evil gods, what is the use?"

Dong Fangbo gritted his teeth and saw that the blood vessels on his face seemed to be about to become clearly visible, if there was no truly painful memory that was difficult to let go, he would never have such an expression.

"Brother Dong, Brother Dong......"

Jiang Feng shouted twice in a row, but at this time, Dong Fangbo seemed to have no reaction at all.

In addition to falling into memories, Jiang Feng knew that this was because he did not show the slightest hostility and murderous aura towards the other party. Otherwise, just by virtue of the hand that the other party had just revealed, Jiang Feng knew that the other party was a master of martial arts cultivation who had also reached the level of running through Ren Du and running Zhou Tian. Like such a master, as long as there is the slightest hostility, it is like a light in the night, unobstructed.

"Brother Dong, don't pinch it, if you pinch it again, the quilt will be broken!"

Xu is Jiang Feng's call, Xu is Dong Fangbo's memories have been exhausted, but seeing him put down his wine glass faintly, stared at Jiang Feng and said, "You say, is there really justice in this world?" (To be continued.) )